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Behold the demons that I freed
Apr. 23rd, 2009 11:01 amThere. Young bucks with a desire so deep and intense that its unravelling would be a feast. Desire courses in their very veins. They are ours to take, ours to feed from, ours to exhaust as they shudder with want beneath our hand.
The two young men, dressed in smocks with the arcade's logo on the back, froze when Thomas' eyes fell upon them, their most basic instincts warning of danger. When all he did was smile, they relaxed and a spark of excitement shot through the blond on the left. He tugged at his friend's sleeve and whispered something urgently and Thomas' smile deepened. He could taste their excitement, their sheer potential even as a shiver of confused attraction ran through the brunet's mind.
Their emotions, malleable and shifting like quicksilver, was too tempting to resist and Thomas slipped away from the others to approach the two like some predatory angel. "Hello," he said with a voice like silk and honey. "Josh and Adam, is it? Is there something we can help you with?" Both young men swallowed hard and their eyes flickered between Thomas and the cameras.
"You're from that show, aren't you?" the blond, his nametag proclaiming him Adam, squeaked out. "You're the actor that plays the vampire who doesn't drink blood."
Young, ignorant bucks. See how they try to hang on to their illusions when you are there in the flesh, a predator promising every physical pleasure possible. See how blind they are, how ready to be taken. They will feed us, their lust dark and intoxicating like wine. Their pleasure will feed us with its intensity and we will leave our mark on their very souls. They will be ours. They will come to us with a thought, begging for the release we can provide. ( They will give themselves to us and we will drain them dry. )
The two young men, dressed in smocks with the arcade's logo on the back, froze when Thomas' eyes fell upon them, their most basic instincts warning of danger. When all he did was smile, they relaxed and a spark of excitement shot through the blond on the left. He tugged at his friend's sleeve and whispered something urgently and Thomas' smile deepened. He could taste their excitement, their sheer potential even as a shiver of confused attraction ran through the brunet's mind.
Their emotions, malleable and shifting like quicksilver, was too tempting to resist and Thomas slipped away from the others to approach the two like some predatory angel. "Hello," he said with a voice like silk and honey. "Josh and Adam, is it? Is there something we can help you with?" Both young men swallowed hard and their eyes flickered between Thomas and the cameras.
"You're from that show, aren't you?" the blond, his nametag proclaiming him Adam, squeaked out. "You're the actor that plays the vampire who doesn't drink blood."
Young, ignorant bucks. See how they try to hang on to their illusions when you are there in the flesh, a predator promising every physical pleasure possible. See how blind they are, how ready to be taken. They will feed us, their lust dark and intoxicating like wine. Their pleasure will feed us with its intensity and we will leave our mark on their very souls. They will be ours. They will come to us with a thought, begging for the release we can provide. ( They will give themselves to us and we will drain them dry. )
